First Day Of Golfing Season

The morning sun slowly rises over the horizon, burning off the light fog and bringing the chill out of the ground. Sounds of pheasants cackling come from the surrounding farmland. Songbirds begin to chirp more and more, and the mosquitoes and other insects slowly start to prey on the unsuspecting golfers. We can only pray for a slight breeze to hinder their efforts. A couple of deer graze in a distant fairway. The aroma of freshly cut grass arises from the ground covering the stench of cigar smoke left by the preceding foursome. The guys from work standing around the first tee box waiting for the golfers ahead of us to
reach a safe distance. They leave footprints and cart tracks in the dew covered grass. The opening of a can suddenly interrupts a period of silence, nothing like a cool one at 7:30 in the morning.
The group ahead of us consists of four men. Three men observe the other golfer as he prepares for his approach shot. He weighs around 275 lbs and stands 5?10?, a stereotypical golfer. He addresses the ball with feet shoulder